LaBettyBoop
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I had to share this with CF:
I.A.M.
I am a spirit trapped in a rib cage
Inspiration tapped by a glib sage
The ink mapped on to this page
I am a hovering lead cloud
My covering: a dread shroud
Youth endowed, once proud
Systematically disavowed
I swell with omnipotent fears
I impel precipitant tears:
Hatred absorbed, evaporated
Quietly stored, exacerbated
Simply stated, the torrents created
By abhorrence amalgamated
And accumulated within this
Vengeful cumulonimbus?
Anger traced to the revelations
Of my misplaced education:
Initial individuality inevitably incinerated
Anomalies aided, abated, and abdicated
My malleable mind meekly molded, manipulated
Pretentious professors practiced pronunciation
Offering ostentatious offhand oration
Egotistical experts emanate envious escapades
Towards transgressors, they tossed torrential tirades
Reprimanding rebellious rogues, repentance repealed
Yammering youngsters, on yellow you yield!
Congruence conditioned, induced intimidation
Through GPA – Government Produced Assimilation
Grammatic gymnastics become iconoclastic
Of a culture bombastic, synthetic like plastic
Whose suggestion was demeaning:
Empty words careening
Across the page and convening
Designed to elicit gleaning
Of complex implicit meaning
A collision of collusion
A vision needs a transfusion
Of originality that empowers me
With a mentality that showers the
Lowery field with beads of rain
Drips as it bleeds from a vein
Words congealed by seeds of pain
Into jagged hail with which I assail
Upon the frail as I exhale as a gale
From my lyrical maelstrom
Sentence fragments impale some
Inevitably they’ll come
Feel the barrage of my frigid entourage
As it swarms, forms a rigid collage:
Rows of foes froze in death throes
Blood exposed with the weapons they chose
Bear the brunt of winds serrated
Share the front their sins created
That dense lingering spirit
Up in the stratus: fear it.
Perhaps after the snow I’ll allow the sun to show
And leave seeds below:
A green future to sow that I need to grow
For them I’ll bestow a brilliant bent bow:
Tinted truth and wisdom form a schism
Through the prism of my antagonism
I am a flow not easily ingested
Development arrested, continuously contested
I. A.M. - Innate Abilities Manifested
Written by MethodMan
I am a spirit trapped in a rib cage
Inspiration tapped by a glib sage
The ink mapped on to this page
I am a hovering lead cloud
My covering: a dread shroud
Youth endowed, once proud
Systematically disavowed
I swell with omnipotent fears
I impel precipitant tears:
Hatred absorbed, evaporated
Quietly stored, exacerbated
Simply stated, the torrents created
By abhorrence amalgamated
And accumulated within this
Vengeful cumulonimbus?
Anger traced to the revelations
Of my misplaced education:
Initial individuality inevitably incinerated
Anomalies aided, abated, and abdicated
My malleable mind meekly molded, manipulated
Pretentious professors practiced pronunciation
Offering ostentatious offhand oration
Egotistical experts emanate envious escapades
Towards transgressors, they tossed torrential tirades
Reprimanding rebellious rogues, repentance repealed
Yammering youngsters, on yellow you yield!
Congruence conditioned, induced intimidation
Through GPA – Government Produced Assimilation
Grammatic gymnastics become iconoclastic
Of a culture bombastic, synthetic like plastic
Whose suggestion was demeaning:
Empty words careening
Across the page and convening
Designed to elicit gleaning
Of complex implicit meaning
A collision of collusion
A vision needs a transfusion
Of originality that empowers me
With a mentality that showers the
Lowery field with beads of rain
Drips as it bleeds from a vein
Words congealed by seeds of pain
Into jagged hail with which I assail
Upon the frail as I exhale as a gale
From my lyrical maelstrom
Sentence fragments impale some
Inevitably they’ll come
Feel the barrage of my frigid entourage
As it swarms, forms a rigid collage:
Rows of foes froze in death throes
Blood exposed with the weapons they chose
Bear the brunt of winds serrated
Share the front their sins created
That dense lingering spirit
Up in the stratus: fear it.
Perhaps after the snow I’ll allow the sun to show
And leave seeds below:
A green future to sow that I need to grow
For them I’ll bestow a brilliant bent bow:
Tinted truth and wisdom form a schism
Through the prism of my antagonism
I am a flow not easily ingested
Development arrested, continuously contested
I. A.M. - Innate Abilities Manifested
Written by MethodMan